my psychopathic love

love is beautiful. it is the best. exept when the one you love wants to kill you...
my story of my perfect boy, and his one defect. he's a psycopath.


5. The truth

I stared down at the the shiny blade in my hand. I had to do it. Jake's mine! I peered round the corner, and saw her and jake standing there. They were laughing, joking. I could see the affection in both of their eyes. Why does he like her? She was hideous. He should have stayed with me. Jake fondly kissed Macie's neck, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself growling.

Jake got up and headed towards the door, his eyes lingering on her before reluctantly leaving. Macie sighed, and started fiddeling with the silver ring on her slender finger.

An engagement ring.

I moved forwards, not taking my eyes off her. She was dressed in a long, rose pink dress with a large black belt strapped round her hips. the dress floated round her ankles, and it shimmered and sparkled in the light like a diamond.

She reminded me of a liquorice allsort.

She turned round and spotted me lurking in the wardrobe. All the fun went out of her eyes, and her face contracted in confusion. I lifted up the knife and stepped forward. My anger was flowing out of me like a river. Macie backed away in horror, holding her hands in front of her as some kind of protection.

I felt a grin grow across my face. Once she was gone, there would be nothing stopping me and Jake being together. Then i will be happy.

I pulled the knife higher, before plunging it into her throat.

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